Ennui

Warning, this does have het-more of a threesome really. Just thought I’d let you know, no surprises or anything.

All the next day, Draco couldn’t concentrate. His stomach was a flutter with anticipation. //Tonight. // The thought bounced around his head. At lunch, he was sitting, just staring at his food, wondering what the note meant. Many pleasant things flitted through his mind.

“Draco.”

The sound of his name said in a way indicative of being repeated and ignored, broke through his concentration, or lack there of as the case may be.

“What?” Draco turned a Snape worthy scowl to the voice.

//What the hell is she doing calling me Draco? //

“I asked if you’d spoken with Harry. Is everything all right with you? Your mind seems to be elsewhere”

“No, I’ve not spoken with Harry, and I’m regretting ever agreeing to do so. And I’m fine.”

//Now leave me the fuck alone and let me return to my daydreaming. //

At that thought, Draco dropped his fork with a clatter and straightened up.

//I’m no better than some pre-pubescent girl. I’m actually daydreaming. Malfoys don’t do that. We’re the ones who cause the daydreams. //

With that realization, Draco casually picked up his fork and calmly resumed eating. He was determined to put the note and the mystery man out of his mind. Maybe Draco wouldn’t even show up. No, he wasn’t one to deny himself pleasurable things, and the man was most definitely a pleasurable thing. Maybe Draco would show up late. But that wouldn’t work either because he didn’t think there was a set time.

//I should not be this way after only one time. //

“Draco, are you sure you’re fine. You’ve been looking at that one fork full for almost five minutes.”

“Listen…” Draco paused; getting needlessly angry with Granger wouldn’t solve anything, and it would be a waste of a good emotion. So he took a deep breath before continuing.

“I’m preoccupied, I admit. However, there is nothing with which you need to concern yourself. And I promise, I will speak with Potter, when it is convenient for both of us. We are very busy, as you should know.”

Before Hermione could say anything, Draco made it a point of turning away from her and eating the bite on his fork.

He paused when he felt the air change, or the molecules in the air, or-well, he felt something change. It was like the magical energy of the room changed frequency. What’s more, Draco recognized that energy pitch as belonging to one Harry Potter.
“Oh, Harry. Ron’s come back today and he wants to get together and do something tonight. I told him we’d be glad-”

“I’ve already got plans.”

Harry seamlessly interrupted his friend, like he’s had to do so many times before.

“But you’ve not seen Ron for months. Surely your plans can wait.”

“I’m sorry Hermione, they can’t. Maybe if you and Ron hadn’t waited until the last minute to tell me when he’d be back, I could. As it is, look at this as an opportunity to spend some quality time alone with Ron. Maybe if the two of you finally screwed, you’d either get each other out of your systems, or realize you’re meant for one another and get together. Either way, the tension would ease, and I’d be able to breathe properly when I’m around you two. It’s been like that since we were students.”

Draco almost spit his drink poor Professor Binns. He tried to hide his laugh by coughing, but the damage was done. Professor Binns looked mildly irritated, and Harry chuckled.

“Eaves dropping so blatantly, Malfoy? I thought that as a Slytherin, you’d have more ‘savvy’ than that.” Draco didn’t answer, just rolled his eyes. Hermione commented when Harry started to leave.

“Harry, aren’t you going to stay and eat?”

“Nope.”

“Well, you never said what your plans for tonight that are so important that you’d ignore your best friends.”

“You’re right, I didn’t say anything. I’ll see you and Ron tomorrow.”

Draco listened to Harry’s footsteps as he left.

The rest of Draco’s day passed uncannily like a paradox. It went by too slowly; heightened by anticipation. But the time seemed to pass by far too quickly, due to dread. After only one night, and one incredible mouth, this stranger was able to reduce Draco to an almost virginal state. He was able to do this with just his mere memory. If it were happening to anybody else, Draco would be beside himself with amusement. As it was, Draco only felt a sense of dread in loosing himself to sensation, and a yearning to remain lost.

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The room was the same as always. The only changes were subtle, only a person with an eye for detail would see anything. This time, one of the paintings had a satyr sitting in a chair, being fed by numerous nymphs. While he was being fed, he was fondling the nymphs feeding him, while one was straddling him and riding his cock. Last time Draco was here, the picture was of an Elvin man in a darkened room, being orally pleasured.

The rest of the room was the same. Naked, glistening bodies gyrated, dancing to an unheard beat. Or they were thrusting in and out of a willing body. The smell of sex permeated the air: musk, sweat and different food and drink.

The room was a cacophony of moans, groans, squeals, grunts and screams of pleasure. Draco watched, uninterestedly as one woman was part of a fuck sandwich- one man on top and one on bottom. He saw a man with his tongue inside a woman’s cunt while he was being rammed from behind with a woman wearing a strap-on.

None of this or any variant there of, aroused him. Well, that woman who was taking two dicks in one hole aroused his curiosity, but only because that seemed painful. Otherwise, there was no stirring in his down-below.

From the corner of his eye, Draco saw a while blur turn a corner. He didn’t know how, but Draco knew that was the man from before.

His heart rate kicked up a notch as Draco followed. He traveled down the same halls, ignoring the man bent over a woman, pounding her into a chair. He ignored the sound of whips and screams of pain and ecstasy intermingled. He ignored the women with their legs spread, finger-fucking themselves, trying to get the attention of anyone with a hard and willing-or not so willing-cock.

Almost as if he was in a trance, Draco walked towards the same room as last time. The door was slightly ajar, allowing a soft glow to seep through. Draco pushed it open and saw, scattered through out the room, floating candles. The flames were enchanted to glow as the different colors of the rainbow. Wherever all the colors touched, the light was white, but other places they just mixed together. The effect was breathtaking. It was a far cry from the darkness of the room from last time. Before it was mysterious, now it was ethereal and otherworldly.

In a corner of the room was a table, and spread out on the table was a veritable feast. There were cheeses, breads, grapes, strawberries, cherries, honey, chocolate sauce and some cream. But there was more, for laid out on top of the table, but under the food was a girl…a naked girl. For a moment Draco believed he was in the wrong room.

“Are you going to come in any time soon? You wouldn’t want all this food to go to waste, now would you?”

Draco looked for the owner of that familiar, yet unrecognizable voice. Standing in the corner by the window, Draco found him. Somehow, even with all the light cast by the candles, this stranger was still cloaked in shadows. Light from the flames flowed across his body, dancing across the differing planes of his chest and stomach. They teased Draco with glimpses of flesh uncovered by the open shirt, but the light never revealed anything recognizable.

Draco stepped into the room, not jumping when the door shut behind him without any prompting.

“Have a seat. You don’t mind do you, but I’ve not eaten yet.”

As he was talking, Draco’s stranger walked to the table. Draco found himself holding his breath in anticipation. His stranger’s face would finally be revealed. When he realized he was staring, Draco looked away and made his own way to the table. He pulled out his chair and still didn’t look at the other man. A glass of wind was put in front of him.

“Help yourself.”

“Thank you.” But Draco didn’t take the glass of wine.

Draco looked up at his companion, only to find himself strangely disappointed when he still couldn’t recognize the other man. Even with the light from the candles, the man’s face was hidden…no, more obscured really.

//It has to be some sort of spell. Though it’s one I’ve never heard of. //

Though Draco could see the man’s face as a whole, it was unrecognizable. There were only certain focal points Draco could see at one time. Right now, it was the man’s mouth. Last time Draco couldn’t see that deliciously wicked mouth, but he did feel every decadent thing it did.

The other man took a drink of wine; it left his lips wet and colored. Draco watched that tongue slip out of that mouth and lick those lips. Draco could swear he felt it on his own mouth. Draco took a long drink of his wine, not even taking the time to taste the beverage.

“If you’re going to drink the wine like that, maybe you should have a bit to eat. I don’t mind a partner that drink has made happy, but I refuse a partner who is absolutely sloshed.”

Draco rolled his eyes, but he did take some cheese and bread. He unintentionally let his fingers gently glide across the skin of the woman upon which the food was situated.

“I love wine. It’s so versatile. White or red, sweet or dry; it can go with anything. However, it’s always a drink to be savored. It’s not to be gulped or chugged, but swished and allowed to touch upon every bud on the tongue. It’s meant to linger after swallowed. Wine is the ultimate drink for a seduction.”

Draco listened to his companion talk. He could actually feel the words caress his skin. That voice alone did more to arouse Draco than any touch or sight could. Draco closed his eyes to better concentrate on the feeling. He felt…lethargic, like he was floating outside of his body. Draco tried to open his eyes when he felt his glass being removed from his hand.

“What…happening to me? Did you-am I drugged?”

Draco heard the other man get up and walk towards him. He actually felt the molecules shift around to accommodate the disturbance. He inhaled and Draco could smell every different scent in the room. He smelt the wax from the burning candles. Draco could smell the different food and wine; each one independently of the other. He could smell the woman on the table, and he could smell himself. He could smell his shampoo, his soap, and he could even smell his arousal. And Draco could smell his companion. It was an interesting and unusual mixture of lavender, citrus and musk. Somehow the combination worked.

“No, not drugged, but liberated. Just let go; let yourself feel.”

Draco felt something soft and coo brush up against his lips. Instinctively he licked hi slips, tasting some juice from a strawberry and some whipped cream. He felt the fruit return to nudge his lips, so Draco opened them and bit down.

The taste of the strawberry was magnified. Draco slowly chewed. The slight, initial bitterness of the fruit was more pronounced, right before the sweetness kicked in. The juiced splashed onto his tongue, and the cream was just the right amount of sweetness.

Draco felt the remainder of the half-eaten fruit being rubbed across his bottom lip.

“You like?” Draco nodded. “Good, there’s more.”

Again, Draco felt every syllable his lover spoke. He didn’t even try to hide the shiver this caused.

“What did you do to me?”

A cherry, by the scent, was pressed against his lips. He bit into it, and again, a veritable smorgasbord of sensations exploded in his mouth.

“To you? Nothing-yet. And I promise you’ll love what I do. However, I added a little something to your drink.”

“Draco swallowed the cherry, trying to ignore his body’s reaction to the timbre of his lover’s voice. “What does it do?”

He felt a cool, slick finger slide along his throat, followed by a warm, moist puff of air. A nubile tongue slid across Draco’s throat, licking up all the substance that was there. That same tongue then slicked across the corner of Draco’s mouth, and he scented the faint smell of chocolate.

“Frees your senses, magnifies them.”

Draco let this information flow through him.

“Open your eyes love.” And Draco did.

At first the light from the candle was too bright and he blinked rapidly, trying to give his eyes time to adjust. When he was finally able to bear the sights, Draco gasped at the sight before him. It was as if just now, at that instant, the world was truly colorful.

Draco looked and he swore he’d never before seen the color green, nor had he seen a strawberry so red and plump. Before then, his world was black and white and shades of gray, like Dorothy before crossing the rainbow.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”
The voice was behind Draco, stirring the hair next to his ear.

“Everything you see seems purer, brighter, more everything. Everything you hear rings clear and true, everything you feel is softer or harder, smoother or rougher. Everything you taster is more pronounced. And everything you smell becomes more pungent or more sweet.”

Draco lifted his goblet to his lips and took a small sip. This time he savored the taste of the wine. It tasted sharper. He closed his eyes to better enjoy it.

“Keep your eyes open.”

Hands were massaging Draco’s shoulders, his back, rubbing along his arms. Draco opened his eyes and the girl that was on the table had gotten up and was holding a bunch of grapes. She picked one off and placed it between her lips and leaned forward, offering it to Draco. He hesitated, only accepting the fruit when he felt a slight nudge against his shoulder.

She continued feeding Draco pieces of fruit. His companion moved from behind him and started rearranging things on the table. Draco couldn’t see what was being done; the girl was in the way.

“Lynette, love. Lie back down here.”

The girl, Lynette, moved and laid down on the on the table.

“Taste her love, taste the difference.”

In a daze, Draco got up and walked to the ‘head’ of the table. He closed in on the brunette girl, bent down and licked some of the chocolate his lover dripped on her neck. He moaned at the difference he could taste. He loved chocolate ordinarily, but this mixture of chocolate and woman was threatening to over load Draco’s over sensitized senses.

She had a strawberry covered in whipped cream between her lips and Draco reached down and removed his, swiping his tongue across Lynette’s lips, making sure to get every last drop of juice and cream.

Draco was in a sensual haze; all his senses were threatening to overload his brain. The female’s breathing sounded loud and Draco could hear her heartbeat, as well as the heartbeat of his other companion.

Arms wrapped around Draco, lying atop his own, hands covering his, directing them where to go. Draco was completely surrounded and with his new heightened senses, Draco moaned aloud at the contact. Every possible pleasurable feeling was magnified. His stranger’s breath caressed his ear, played through his Draco’s hair as he spoke.

“I’ve given her some too, only she’s had a bit more that you. Imagine how aflame she feels.”

Draco looked at the woman spread out on the table. Her skin was flushed, all over was a lovely pinkest hue. Her hair was a silky pool on the table, so dark a black it looked almost blue. Her lips were swollen with blood and colored the same. Draco saw the pulse throbbing in her neck, would have sworn he could actually see the woman’s blood flow through her veins.

The hand over his right hand reached out and settled on the girl’s stomach. He wanted to bull back. She was so hot she burned Draco’s flesh. His hand slid up, cupping a breast, his thumbs skimming over a nipple. At the girl’s breathy moan, Draco’s eyes shot to her face. Her eyes were black, her pupils so large they completely covered the irises.

“Her name is Lynette. You remember her, don’t you?”

Draco vaguely remembered his lover mentioning her name earlier, and now that he’d said something, he did recognize the girl. She was the one going down on him the last time. Draco’s hand was being moved across Lynette’s chest, caressing one breast, then the other.

All the while, the body behind his was sinuously moving against Draco. He could feel an erection pressing against him.

“You’re not gong to leave her like that are you, Darling?”

Draco closed his eyes against, because after that velvety voice spoke, that sinful mouth attached itself to Draco’s neck.

One of Draco’s hands remained at Lynette’s breast, and the other slowly drifted down the center of her body. The hand guiding Draco’s linked the fingers, palm of his hand to the back of Draco’s. Together they traced Lynette’s hipbone, down the outside of her thigh, over the top and to the inside. The skin was so soft and smooth.

His other hand, fingers linked together as well, was removed from Lynette’s boob and dipped into something silky, sticky and cool. The contrast in the sensations of his hands had Draco opening his eyes. He watched as his and his stranger’s hands, covered in honey, were held over Lynette’s open mouth. Drops dribbled down the intermingled digits and dripped inside.

The honey-covered fingers were lowered and a pink, wet tongue darted out to lick the sticky sweet substance off. Draco’s fingers traced her lips, leaving them glistening. He looked down, startled when his other hand encountered scorching wetness. His fingers were tracing the lips of her vagina.

The girl moaned and reached her head up to suck Draco’s fingers into her mouth. Her tongue swirled and she applied suction and Draco moaned and his cock twitched in response. He was enduring a pure, unadulterated torture-through-pleasure session. Draco was going to die, he just knew it.

“That’s it, love. Feel how hot she is. She wants you, she wants you to take her, fuck her anywhere, hard and long.”

Draco closed his eyes again. He couldn’t seem to stop doing that. He had to block out some sort of sensation to balance everything out or his brain would explode. Sight seemed to be the only one he had the most control over. He leaned his head back against his lover. Every suck from Lynette’s mouth on his fingers sent shockwaves straight to his erection. And as the lips of her pussy enclosed his fingers, another set of shockwaves swept through him.

“Do you want her? You can have her and she’ll welcome you, our pretty little Lynette. She has a wonderful mouth; she could suck the chrome of a fender. But you know that.”

Faster and faster Draco’s fingers moved, in and out, in and out of Lynette’s mouth and pussy. All the while his lover rocked into Draco.

“I want to watch you. I wanna watch as she rides you. You’re beautiful and I want to see it.”

Draco was pulled away from the writhing body spread out on the table and was led to a chaise lounge. His lover pushed him down, and Draco let himself be steered and settled. Somewhere, in some far and darkened corner of his mind, he questioned his submissiveness. But if it feels this good…just this once.

Draco stopped trying to thing when he felt hands caress his lips. Unconsciously, he licked at them and moaned at the taste. A hint of honey and strawberry, with the wetness form Lynette, and underneath all of that, subtle, but noticeable with Draco’s new heightened senses, was the taste of his mystery lover. And of all the tastes, that one drew him, made him follow and try to capture the elusive fingers.

Draco’s mystery man bend down and chastely kissed the corner of Draco’s mouth, then nibbled a path to his ear.

“I’m going to have her come over her an fuck you; ride you hard. I’m going to watch. But you can’t come, not in her, or at all, until I say. Understand?”

Draco only nodded, unable to speak. His companion’s breath was warm, and again, that voice caressed Draco like a lover’s gentle hand.

His stranger reached down and unbuttoned Draco’s shirt, spread it open and bent down to lick a path to his navel. His tongue was blazing and wet and Draco arched up into the touch.

“Lynette, come here.”

The stranger darted his tongue into Draco’s belly button, while his hands kneaded Draco’s hips through his pants. In his peripheral, Draco saw Lynette walking towards them. She was walking oddly, but Draco attributed that to her heightened state of arousal. She knelt down and plucked a grape from the bunch she’d carried with her, placed it between her lips and lowered her mouth to Draco’s. His immediately opened and Lynette pushed the grape into his mouth, following it with her tongue.

Meanwhile, his lover had opened Draco’s pants and pulled his cock out, slowly stroking it from root to tip. The tokes were fairy soft, barely there, but Draco felt them. The-whatever it was that heightened his senses, ensured Draco’s already very sensitive cock felt the sure hand.

Lynette moaned into the kiss, deepening it before pulling back. Draco chewed and swallowed the grape.

Lynette licked, sucked and nibbled her way down Draco’s neck, his chest, and abdomen towards his erection. His lover still had Draco’s cock in hand, and when Draco felt Lynette’s warm breath waft across the tip, Draco almost cringed. //Too much. //

“No, no Lynette. I don’t want your mouth on him. That’s only for me.” Draco briefly noted the possessiveness in that midnight voice before his lover swiftly descended and swallowed Draco’s cock.

Draco’s hips arched off the chaise lounge and he groaned, very loudly. //Malfoy’s do not scream. // It was too much, too much wet, too much heat, too much sensation, too, too much.

His lover was merciless, he sucked all the way down to the root, then all the way back up to the tip. Deep, hard suction was sued, fast and faster. Draco could feel his orgasm rolling, building, forming from the center of his very being. His breathing became shallow and shallower still. Incoherent mumblings issued from his throat. He could feel it, could almost see his orgasm, almost…almost…

…Then everything stopped: the sucking, the licking, and the wave of pleasure. It all stopped right on the precipice. It was still there, just stuck in a kind of limbo land of waiting and taunting. Draco actually whimpered he was in such a state. He would actually beg for his release.

“Please, I need to come.” Draco’s eyes widened in shock. Surely, he didn’t just say that? No, his voice wasn’t that feminine or high.

Draco opened his eyes, //he’d shut them again? // And looked down to his mystery lover, who only smirked from his position at Draco’s groin. His hand continued it’s light stokes, keeping the embers burning. He rocked his head in Lynette’s direction. Draco turned his head and looked. Lynette was kneeling on the floor, one hand between her clenched thighs, the other pinching a nipple, her hips rocking rhythmically.

Draco’s lover lowered his head and slowly, lightly licked the underside of Draco’s cock. Draco shuddered and watched as Lynette did the same.

“Do you? Want to come that is? Hmmm.” Draco’s lover gave one last
affectionate lick to Draco’s prick, and then crawled his way up Draco’s body. He paused to lick at his bellybutton and nibble on each nipple and the hollow of Draco’s throat.

Draco was in a sensory pleasure overload. His brain stopped functioning-oh about a dozen licks or so ago. He realized his lover was torturing Lynette by denying her the release she craved, but he was also denying Draco.

He moaned softly when lips breathed over, not truly touching his lips. Hips were settle between Draco’s, bringing a clothed crotch against Draco’s naked flesh.

Draco gasped at the sensation, he’d just found out his lover was wearing soft cotton pants. He gently rocked his hips against Draco’s. Draco tried to reciprocate, but his lover’s weight kept him immobile. Draco’s mystery lover nibbled a path to his ear.

“I’m going to let her fuck you now.”

With that he sat up and motioned for Lynette to come closer. Whining and whimpering, Lynette crawled towards the two. The stranger grabbed Lynette by her arm and hauled her up. She lifted one leg across Draco’s hips, straddling him.

“Before we start…”He trailed off meaningfully.

The man reached down between Lynette’s legs and pulled out a small, silently vibrating dildo. It was glistening with her juices, leaving a trail at it was ran along Lynette’s inner thigh.

Lynette sat up and Draco felt roughened fingers on his cock, and he felt Lynette slowly lower herself on him. It was going so slowly, Draco looked and saw he was barely in her. His stranger was still between Draco’s knees, so he couldn’t find the purchase to thrust up and speed the process along.

Finally, finally, Lynette was on him, all the way and Draco nearly wept-from relief, pleasure or sheer torture, it didn’t matter. It felt so wet and so slick and so HOT!! Lynette was scalding.

“Oh, gods.”

Draco looked up-not into the eyes of Lynette, but of his lover, his stranger. He stared into eyes he saw, but somehow could not recognize. Lynette rose up, slowly, then own again.

Draco lost himself to the sensations of being fully enveloped. Thankfully whatever was in the wine was wearing down. Draco didn’t think he’d have been able to survive the encounter if it was at full potency.

Draco felt his legs shift, lifted higher and wider. A soft, slippery object was run down his leg, inside his thigh, first one then the other. Then he felt it one his testicles, tickling, rubbing then…

…Vibrating. It was the dildo his lover removed from Lynette. It moved down to Draco’s perineum, causing him to moan loudly.

Above him, Lynette picked up pace, but remained steady. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip. Both of her hands were on her breasts, tweaking her nipples.

Draco’s eye widened when he felt the pulsating phallus touch at his opening. He tried to squirm, either to get nearer to or further from the dildo, he couldn’t rightly imagine. The effects of his wriggle included embedding himself deeper in Lynette, and giving his lover the opportunity to slip the faux cock into Draco while it was still vibrating. But he didn’t just insert into Draco, he pushed it all the way in until it hit ‘that spot.’

“Oh-no--no--too much.”

It seemed that however much the drug had worn off, it was still in Draco’s system. The pleasure was so much, all around Draco, inside him that it danced across that knife’s edge of pain.

Draco peeked through squinted eyes and watched as two song hands wrapped around Lynette’s hips, stilling her. Draco wasn’t sure whether to thank him or ending the action of curse him because it left him hanging.

Draco focused on those hands, trying to ignore his body’s suspension from pleasure…again. The fingers were long and elegant, but strong. Those hands hand seen rough work though. They looked reliable, dependable. The nails were short but clean. And on the index finger of the right hand there was a slight tan line.

So focused on the hands, Draco didn’t notice they were moving until he felt Lynette being slammed back down onto him. Lynette screamed and threw her head back. Draco bit the inside of his cheek. After that it was only a matter of seconds, Lynette riding Draco hard and fast and Draco being stimulated from out and within.

The wave that had been accumulating earlier started building again, only stronger, bigger and more intense. Draco’s vision was limited to the face of his unrecognizable, mystery lover; all else was a bright, blinding, white light.

Lynette screamed and collapsed when she came, her muscles squeezing, clenching on Draco’s cock. But his wave hadn’t crested. His lover roughly pushed Lynette off of Draco, and then fisted his now slick and glistening cock.

His chest was rising and falling fast, his moans became silent breaths of air, and his focus was on that man. It wasn’t until his lover ground his hips into Draco, bent over him and whispered into Draco’s ear “come for me,” that Draco came.

His seed spurted onto his own chest and stomach and onto that of his lover. Draco stopped breathing and he would have sworn he’d felt his soul leave his body before he lost consciousness.

When Draco came to, he was cleaned and fully clothed. Lynette’s and the food were gone, the candles were almost all melted and his lover was not in his eyesight. His body was completely relaxed, every muscle in a complete state of rest. Draco was as physically helpless as a newborn babe.

“Enjoy yourself?”

Draco turned o see his lover sitting in a shadowed corner, sprawled in chair. His legs were spread and his pants were undone. His hand was caressing his own thigh.

“Immensely.” Draco drawled the word out, taking immense pleasure in watching his companion shiver. His voice was rough and low. Of the three of them, his lover was the only one who didn’t get off, and it seemed he was being affected.

“Good. However, I don’t think I’ll be sharing you like that again. It was fun, I don’t want anyone to see you like that again.” Draco blinked at the possessive growl from his lover. He couldn’t find anything to say to that so he changed the subject.

“Are you going to tell me what was in that wine?”

“Dragon’s blood. That’s one of its littler known attributes. I stumbled upon it accidentally, in fact.” Draco’s eyes widened, but he didn’t say anything, just tucked the information away for further use.

“Are you going to tell me who you are? It’s getting kind of difficult thinking over you as the mystery man, or the stranger.”

He just laughed, and though Draco couldn’t see it, shook his head. Draco watched, entranced as his lover’s hand moved up his thigh and to his fastenings. They were already undone, but he pulled them further apart, slipping his hand inside and grasping his own erection.

He ran his thumb across the head, gathering the liquid dripping from the tip, and staring right in Draco’s eyes brought his thumb up to his lips and sucked it into his mouth.

Unknowingly, Draco let out a small whimper. What he wouldn’t give to taste that thumb. He was surprised, not so much by the feeling but by the intensity. Of course he wanted that man. He was intriguing to Draco in a way only one other person had ever been. The man kept him guessing kept him wanting for more, delivering that more, and then leaving him still wanting.

Abruptly Draco’s lover stood up and walked to him, more stalked than walked really. He stalked over to Draco and braced his hands on either side of him. Even at this close proximity, Draco couldn’t recognize his lover and it was really starting to irk him.

His lover bent down and gently kissed Draco’s cheek, then moved to lick his ear. Draco shivered and found his body was really quite willing for another round. Damn he was pathetic.

“I’ll see you next week?” It was a question, but one that needed no answer. Before Draco could answer, before he could even open his eyes, he knew his lover was gone.

“I am such a fucking goner.”

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Alright guys, that’s it for this chapter. I really need to hurry this along, all this ‘his lover,’ and ‘mystery man’ crap is starting to confuse even me. But our Draco is a smart lad, he’ll figure it out soon.
All in all, this chapter was alright. I’m not happiest with it, but I do like it. Ah well, whatchagonnado?